More stuff! Schmalz in italics! Madness!
And there's the pedal everyone's talking about.
This pedal has powers.
Schmalz pushes on the left pedal with his hand, it works!
This output proves that I am a leftist.
A mighty unbalanced 143 watts! Fear me!
Bullseye connection to the pod. These things gather more data than anyone knows what to do with yet. Schmalz's fingers are hideous!
Once again, I am an underwear model, not a hand model.
We were having a delightful conversation with Clark Foy when this guy cut in.
What Andy isn't mentioning here is that he totally lost a nerd face off to Zinn. Foy ran after him like he was one of the Beatles, leaving Andy alone to talk about wattages with me. He cried a little
Barry, we get it you like bikes, but you don't have to wear kit ALL the time.
Barry Bonds, trying to score free shit.
OK, now you're getting it.
Artist rendering of Creed's long head.
Horner wrote the same thing on every thing he signed, "Help, I'm being held against my will!"
Still trying to annoy Slam that Stem.
Garmin's pedals is the only power meter you can put on this bike. Win!
I'm just going to pretend I don't see this next series of picture of TT bikes.
McQuaid will find a way to monetize this bottle.
Grown men actually choosing to chat up Levi instead of the blonde.
Waiting for a Levi autograph is like waiting for beige.
Note lean angle.
Note lean angle again.
It's the slow hub (it creates drag as you speed up)! Soon to be mandatory for the fast, category racing to be abolished.
Mandatory annual cowbell booth shot.
We got you again, Cowbell Lady!
This bike will soon be the answer to a trivia question.
Huge turnout for LeMond event. Wonder why Greg's so popular again?
Schmalz, drunk from power from firing Frankie, fires Joe Lindsey from Bicycling as well.
I also fired my photographer shortly after this, NEVER SHOOT MY HANDS!
Internal cable routing obscured by pinstriping of the same width and color.
This sent me into a canine pepileptic fit.